Teenagers

Well, how was I to know
That my first crack at love
Would not be the last
It won't be the last

It's in the air now,
Bitter tears and broken hearts
We're teenagers,
We count the years we think we're smart

But we're not
We don't know anything

So, don't ask me where I'll go
Coz, frankly, I don't know
And I don't give a shit

Why must we all make sense
Of what just won't make sense
For once, I'm just gonna live.



Ouça: Hayley Williams - Teenagers.